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Location: Missouri, United States
Interests: Reading, writing, watching tv, crocheting like an old lady and, in general, training to be that crazy cat lady on the corner of the block.
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Occupation: Unemployed/Between Jobs
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|So I haven't updated this thing in like, a month, but that's because Wal-Mart has crushed my spirit and I'm obsessed with X-Men fanfic. It's a sickness. I know.|
This is Sam, my baby boy, my furred wonder, sleeping on my desk. Just thought I'd share, since I speak of him a lot.
My interview at Wal-Mart went pretty good. The woman I spoke with was confident I'd get the job, but standard procedures meant I had to go through at least one more interview.
She said there were about twenty positions open, and listed off quite a few, and I chose Softlines. In Wal-Martese, that's the clothing department. That means I won't hardly ever have to be a cashier. Woo! IF I get it.
I have my second interview on Monday, this time with the department manager. Wish me luck.
|So I had two interviews on Thursday, one at a grocery store and one at a nursing home.|
County Market - I was interviewed for a position in the meat department. Settle down, I know you're desperately jealous. Anyway, he goes through three pages of questions with me, each one nosier and more intrusive than the last. From "What do you think makes a good employee?" to "What motivates you to get up in the morning?" This was an intense little meat man, people. For a job that would be a total of, like, maybe fifteen hours a week where I would basically be a demo girl with samples, he called every one of my references and past employers. Every. One. I haven't heard back from him yet, but then again, he said he had several more people to interview and I'd imagine FBI background checks take quite a bit of time.
Levering Health Care - Oh, my LORD. Okay, I thought it was just a plain old nursing home, right? The top floor is chock full o' crazy people, 55 years and older. You can't even get up to the third floor without an armed guard with a key and I kid you not. The second floor? Plain old people. First floor? MORE CRAZIES! 18 to 54 year olds. I interviewed for a receptionist position and I was told, flat out, that I am overqualified and that the pay is crap. $5.50 an hour. I was told that most young women quit within a few weeks because of the comments from the crazies. Also? Because of an incident a few months ago, the patients aren't allowed to carry lighters, but they are allowed to smoke. So they'd come up to me to light their cigarettes. MAN. Sign me up, pronto.
I haven't heard from them, either, but I was told that it would be the middle of this week before I did.
So, over the weekend I crawled back to Wal-Mart. I worked at Wal-Mart from when I was 16 to when I was almost 21. I came to Wal-Mart in the summer between my junior and senior year loving people and the world around me and by the time I escaped, I hated every single person on the planet with a hatred that burned in my gut like boiling acid. But. Wal-Mart is a wonderful place to work if you know that it won't support you by itself and that you need a real job, too. And hey, I'm all over that 10% discount.
I'm not going to speculate on whether I get the job or not. I'd like to think that I have it in the bag because I gave notice and left on good terms, that my evaluations were always pretty good, and I have experience working in a SuperCenter. But. In the past six or seven months, I've had a pet die, wrecked my car and put someone in the hospital with a ruptured spleen, had my gas turned off, lost not one but two jobs, and my unemployment benefits haven't kicked in yet because of a delay and I'm on Food Stamps. My luck? I'll get the crazy nursing home job, County Market Meat Man will find a traffic ticket in my CIA profile and Wal-Mart will find themselves full-up with bitter employees.
Wish me luck!
|I have two interviews for tomorrow!|
Both are for part-time evenings and weekends. One's in the meat department at County Market, and the other's as a receptionist at a local crazy hospital. I hope I get them both.
I'm trying to get on at Wal-Mart overnights, too. I'm so fucked, money-wise, that I don't think I'm going to have the money to buy gum in 2007.
I bet I won't sleep all night, lol. I'm so hyper, I think I'll add a bouncing emoticon. 'Cept I hate them.